The rest of your life will consist of serving me. It will not be an unhappy life, however, in fact it will be much more rewarding and pleasurable tha...n the lives of many others because you will have one clear purpose, no indecision, no conflict, you will exist to make me happy. You will be a slave to me, body and soul.‘Are you out of your fucking mind?! There is no way that is going to happen. I don't need you. You area low-life scumbag! You had better think again Mr and untie me or else I'll. I ended up going to prison. All I wanted was for it to be over, so I pleaded guilty because I really did kill the asshole. He was unlucky. Wrong place at the wrong time. From there I figure you know the rest of the story. I’ve been here over two years waiting to die. When I decided to tell my story, I asked for you.’ ‘I appreciate it, Moose. I’m still shocked at some of what you told me though.’ So much of his story seemed as if someone else committed the crimes. The Moose I knew back in high. Her little stomach punch was gone. Her splendid ass was noticeably firmer,higher like it was years ago. The gray in her hair was gone now purely thestrawberry blond she used to be. Thicker, fuller. She still had the littlewrinkles from her smile (which I loved). But the tone of her skin wasdifferent. Smoother. More uniform, like she was wearing foundationwithout wearing any. Her hands also now smooth, lithe, with no marks orspots.She looked a little concerned. "How is this possible? The. Come with me."Tracey followed her through a crowd of statues.---"Let me get my purse." Don't bother," answered the genie. "It's not yours anymore." What do you mean," she asked with a touch of worry."I mean that purse belongs to Tracey Clint, and you're not Tracey Clintanymore. She isn't the person who can fulfill your wishes, so you're nother anymore."Nervously, she looked in one of the store mirrors. She was still herself."Yes I am," she insisted.The genie stopped. "We're moving through.